First of all, there are plenty of examples of good, environmentally sympathetic branchage, and it’s easy to see why branchage is needed but it won’t hurt trying to spread the word and educate further.

This article will give you some of an idea about why the awareness campaign remains important.

Branchage Good 👍

As the radiant Sun

Tries to gain a finger hold on the horizon

And draw itself up

It begins

A monotone hum

Like the rotors of a coastguard search

Fortissimo, fortissimo

A cacophony of tremors on contact

The green and brown tsunami juggernaut rolls

Scraping, cutting, tugging

Bruised, lacerated, amputated refugees

Powerless in plain sight of predators

If not already passed

No blue lights, no Paramedics

No eyewitness reports, no updates

No roads closed, no eyelids batted

Pollinators betrayed

May No Mow

June Branchage

Their South bank a lifeless dusty scrape

The clerk of works approved

The politicians and parishioners came and bore witness

And the bearer of the twelve foot stick satisfied

Ralph 28/6/21

Free Verse 1


I was terrified to hear the

rumbles overhead and feel

the tremors and aftershocks.

Then, they came back

This time thrusting steel down to penetrate

our tunnels. Tearing regular scoops

up, up, up

as if a hand from a giant

was reaching from the sky, snatching its quarry

and momentarily drawing it level with

it’s eyes, like in the cartoons or the old advert for Chewits.

Then almost as quickly unclenching the fist in disappointment

allowing gravity to do its best.

Occasionally the magnesium flares broke through

and we cruelly had no coloured glass

It’s a primitive instinct; fight or flee

But in every species? Anyway, we definitely fled, and

unconsciously so.


it would not have looked like fleeing to you, I imagine.

I suppose if you were to multiply

the sheer number of us frantically scrabbling, then

the resulting energy would still be mightily impressive.

It’s not a vector quantity, but I can’t help feeling

the fact there was a definite flow pattern has to count

for something. It has to.

Like an army of peasants at the top of a tor

We tumbled in our own time frame down the cotil

At last, to a shallow gradient, the rumbles

different, rubber on tarmac – higher pitch

less throaty. This is the border.

Exhausted and relieved, here is refuge

Under a tidy green sky with dandelion vapour trails

and bedding plant clouds.

This’ll do for now guys. This’ll do for now

Overhead, the foxglove nodded in agreement.

Ralph 11/6/21